If I was asked to describe my feelings my most recent session, I would have to say helpless, isolated, delightfully frustrated, completely at ease, and of course, 100% satisfied.

If asked to describe you, I wouldn’t hesitate to say Evil Genius and Complete Professional

Prior to our session I had expressed an interest in trying some tighter and more restrictive bondage than our previous sessions, while inviting you to continue to use which ever tortures and instrument you felt like on me. In our previous sessions this is has mainly meant different floggers, paddles, canes and the continued ‘training’ of my poor nipples. This time you showed me that there so many different ways to torture someone brave enough to submit to you.

The session started with me lying face down, a friendly conversation about our respective Christmas plans, and mere moments later, me in a simple hogtie. The rope ran from one wrist, down around my ankles, and back to my other wrist. My wrists weren’t even tied together. Under normal circumstances I could easily reach the knot around my wrist and free myself. But we both know you’re better than that. One pair of thumb cuffs which had been applied prior to the rope saw to that. Before the session I had (foolishly) reminded you that my feet were ticklish. So here began the torture. After a few moments of trying to wiggle away from your fingers and to twist my thumb enough to reach the knot just inches from my hand, you relented, and fetched more rope. My legs were fully doubled over and tied, calf to thigh, and the original hogtied tightened to take up the slack left by my now immobilised legs.

More tickling, more struggling and twisting later, and you released my thumbs, ‘Making it a bit easier’ for me. I immediately reached for the knot on my wrist. SLAP ‘Not THAT easy’ you declared, and explained I would have to untie my ankles first. You watched on satisfied know, just like I did, that I had no chance. After a few minutes of trying, I managed to loosen the rope ever so slightly, however the slack disappeared immediately when I had to shift my arm, pulling the rope tight again.

After this I was released, and after a kind moment to stretch out my muscles, you presented the thick leather hood I would be wearing for the remainder of the session. The hood in place, I lay face up on your table, a gag placed in my mouth and the blindfold on the hood pulled down. I have said before I trust you completely during our sessions and here you were given the chance to show that trust is completely justified. The ring on the hood that allows gags to be placed was pressing painfully into my nose. I soon realised that it would be a problem, so I used the safe signal. Immediately you removed the gag and loosened the hood. After discussing the problem, you offered an alternative however I opted to remain in the hood which you left looser this time as was the gag.

This was the first time I have ever had to use a safe word with you, however despite all the punishments you have inflicted on me, I know that safety is just moments away if necessary. This knowledge is why I always feel safe coming back and submitting to you. What happened next however, is the reason I keep submitting to you.

The hood and mask sorted, you proceed to tied AND cuff my hands above head at one end of the table, while tying feet down at the other end of the table. You than applied pegs to my nipples before doing the same to my genitals over the pink panties I wear during our sessions. I mentioned earlier that our previous sessions had mainly used floggers, paddles and canes, and in all honesty, I was expecting the same here. Every time I was touched, I jumped, expecting pain.

No, you had a worse punishment in store for me.

You lifted up my panties, and pushed something down to the bottom, and flipped a switch. A vibrator. Then another, and another. The placement was perfect. Teasing my genitals but no where near strong enough to do more than that. I lay there frustrated and awaiting you next torment when I heard a sound. It was muffled by the hood but it was enough to realise one thing. That was from downstairs. You had left me here to be frustrated. I started squirming, not looking for release but satisfaction. All I found was discomfort as the pegs shook in response to my movement. Eventually I gave up and relaxed, actually quite comfortable apart from the vibrations.

On returning, you used yet another vibrator to tease the pegs before returning to tickling me. Eventually the vibrators were removed and I thought there could be no worse torture than that. I was wrong. You had also shown the care you take in your work again, removing the handcuffs out of concern. I was still securely tied however and the next torture is why I would not hesitate to call you an evil genius.

You first applied some electrodes to my inner thighs and set up the pattern. The pulses going through my body were not painful at first but grow in intensity with each one, finally reaching the point were I would flinch, trying to shack the pads off. The pulse would stop before the pattern repeated again. As soon as I got used to this, the exact moment, then my nipples exploded in pain. You were pulling on the pegs. When you did it a second time I got the message, and tried to wiggle my towards the top of the table. Once the little slack there was in the ropes around my ankles was taken up, you stopped, but I could sense you moving. Then my left nipple was being pulled on again, though much less severely this time. Then I felt some string being pulled tight over my arms running towards the head of the table and I realised what you were doing. The string was tied to the pegs, running over my chest and arms, past my head and being tied off. My suspicion was confirmed when my right nipple received similar treatment.

Then the real depths of your plan revealed itself, as the electric shocks to my thighs reach the peak of the cycle, causing me to flinch. From now off every time I flinched, I would be pulling on my own nipples. Even when I braced myself, my body would tense against the shocks, and that would be enough to cause just enough movement in my chest to pull on the pegs. You didn’t have to do anything and I would still be tortured by my own body. So of course, you did something. A combination of pins and I believe a hair brush was gently applied to my skin. The pattern of the shocks to my thighs were changed. Nothing on its own particularly painful, but with me sitting in the dark, the anticipation caused my to jump a little each time.

Eventually you relented and the session came to a close. Every session has been great, however this session is my favourite to date, and I’ll admit that by the end, the amount of adrenaline pumping through my system had my body trembling. As always, I find myself looking forward to our next session already.

I’ll leave writing a proper review until next time, since this was more a “get-to-know-you” visit for us both!

Please accept my apologies for being so tentative in my approach. As I may have explained, badly, having kept the subject very much under wraps for the last fifty years or so, I found it difficult to suddenly chat about all my fantasies and desires, however I hope to do better in future!

I particularly enjoyed the sting of the Convent strap, (albeit wielded very gently), and thoroughly enjoyed being over your knee for a light spanking! I have a feeling I may regret that statement! The opportunity to try the cane was good, although, again, I appreciate you were being very gentle with me!

Unfortunately distance precludes another visit in the very near future, however I am hopeful that I shall manage another trip North in the early part of next year. I the meantime, thank you once again for your time and consideration and I look forward to an uncomfortable meeting in the not too distant future!

With winter fast approaching I thought it would be a good idea to visit the lovely Miss Kay in her new lair in South Lanarkshire for one of her Autumn warmers. I have to say that the new premises is easy to get to by road, just off the M74 and if you don’t drive Miss Kay will happily pick you up at the nearby Larkhall station. The new premises is also ideal for old codgers like myself as there are no stairs to climb before being ushered into the room where you will receive your discipline’

After the usual chat and refreshment I was invited over her lovely knees to get my bum smacked. After a few smacks with her hand my bum was beginning to tingle nicely when she moved on to what looked like a hairbrush and black paddle now my bum was now stinging. Next she decided to warm my hands with one of her tawses, six good whacks later I was trying to shake the sting out of my hands and Miss Kay was returning the tawse to her desk with that knowing smile she has when she knows she has done the business. She is getting too good at belting the hands. Now it was the turn of my rear end to receive her gentle treatment. First of all she showed me a new cane she had just taken ownership of and asked me if I would like to be the first to try it out. How could I refuse. Following on from that, various canes, straps a new flogger and the trusty carpet beater all came into contact with my exposed rear end.

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I will have to be careful what I say in future, I made a polite suggestion to Miss Kay that when she is using a strap on someones rear it is a good idea for the recipient to be lying flat out on a sofa so that the spanker can draw the strap down from over her shoulder. Miss Kay’s comment was ‘that’s a good idea lets try it out’. After testing various straps in that position she said wait there and went to her desk where she keeps her tawses. I felt six stinging whacks and inquired as to what she had used. Again with that knowing smile she held up the tawse, it was her Philps, OUCH. It was a fantastic day and I returned home after

Thank you again for another wonderful session. Please see below the testimonial. I apologise if these drag on for a bit however I don’t think I a short testimonial really does you justice.

Sitting on the couch in your ‘headmistresses office’ you immediately took control, ordering me to stand before, deftly pulling my trousers down and ordering me over your knee for a spanking. This started softly enough but swiftly picked up in both intensity and tempo. Even when you pulled down my boxers and spanked my bare skin it never reached the point of discomfort. Then the gloves came off, quite literally, in this case. It was amazing the difference removing a simple pair of red gloves could have, and I immediately remembered our previous sessions, and knew that worse was to come.

The warm up over, you ordered me to the head of the couch, before bending over the arm. I couldn’t possibly tell you what you were using on my poor backside because my world exploded into pain with each stroke. Resisting (barely) the temptation to climb over the arm of the couch and flee, I continued to squirm and moan under your treatment. However my ‘audition for amateur dramatics’ as you see kindly described my discomfort as, did not please you. Why wasn’t I thanking you. So we continued, and not content with my thanks, you also taught the importance of counting each of the strokes, with a stern comment ‘how many was that’ A simple enough statement but a brutal reminder of who was in charge.

The session then moved to the second room you use to entertain guests yourself. Stripped of my clothing and ordered into a beautiful pair of peach panties, you tied my hands behind the back of the chair I was sitting on. Then out came the vet tape. Three times it went round my lower face, serving to muffle me, but still allowing for easy breathing and the obligatory ‘thank you’, and single roll around my eyes to form a simple blindfold. I’ll admit that at first, I didn’t think that a single layer would make an effective blindfold, as you can see through it a little, but I was wrong. Due to the material, and the chair being facing the window all I could see most of the time was the light. Later in the session when I was on my back this remained the case. It truly was a strange experience to effectively be blindfolded in white, rather than darkness as one would expect.

There where two exceptions to this however, which actually made the tape even more exciting. The first was when you stood in front of me. You always took time to consider your options and held things out for my inspection. However through the tape, all I could see was your silhouette. Try as I might, I could not see what you were holding. You soon ended the suspense however, attaching electrical pads to my nipples. More than anything else the shock caught me off guard, however the increasing intensity soon brought pain with it. You then commented on how it was only at level 15 of 25, and how most people could easily go higher.

As much as I enjoy being submissive, that comment still managed to trigger my masculine pride. Four words popped into my head. Oh. It. Is. On. I clamped my jaw shut behind the tape. That was it, you were getting nothing else out of me for the remainder of the session. I think that lasted about 20 seconds or so, but after that, well, I wasn’t going to make it easy for you. So after setting one of the automatic shock programs on your controls, you used pins, and then a flogger to torment me further. This of course got the desired responses from me.

Then it was time for a more old fashion form of nipple torture. Steel pegs. I both love and hate those. The feeling when they are in place is incredible, and I’m happy to report that the pattern you so carefully made, though fading, is still visible as I write this more than five hours after our session. On the other hand, the sting when they go on is bad, and is a thousand times worse when they come off. Not content with just putting pegs on however, you then proceeded to attached different chains and weights to the pegs. I think I will remember forever you comment about it looking like a fetish version of Mr T. I couldn’t resist then or now. ‘I pity the fool.’

This brings me to the second time I was able to see through the tape blindfold. Pegs and chains still in place, you untied my hands and had me stand, and then lean forward, all the weight now resting of my poor nipples. Leaning forward like this, I was able to see clearly through the tape. You then proceeded to set the chains swinging. I don’t know why, but at that moment I found the view of all the silverware swinging from my chest to be so exhilarating. Even when you went off to get your next torment, I found myself swaying back and forth slightly, despite the pain, just to keep the chains swinging. Unfortunately it had to end as you returned with your heaviest weight. You stated that you didn’t think it would stay on if added, but there was only one way to know for sure. Once added, it got another moan from me, however I actually felt proud as it stayed put. This gave plenty of time for you to take a photo however, as you moved from my right to my left to take a second photo, I could feel the peg beginning to slip.

I knew that once it went, it would HURT. Thinking back on it now, all I had to do to avoid this, was to reach out. My hands were still free after all. However at the time, I was so lost in the moment, so far under your control, that it never even occurred to me that this was an option. Instead, all that was going through my head was ‘I’m going to get punished when this goes’ and I willed the peg to stay on long enough for you to take your second photo. It wasn’t to be. The peg snapped off, ALL the weight transferred to my other nipple, I screamed, and of course, you disapproved. I was to be punished for that.

Next you helped guide me to your massage table. Despite being a few feet away, I couldn’t see behind my blindfold of light. Apparently my cock had been misbehaving and it was time for it to be punished with a little CBT. With my arms tied to the table, you started by flogging me, reminding me again to properly express my gratitude. Then you started attaching some pegs, followed by a vibrator to make those pegs dance. They weren’t the only thing dancing at this point, and you demanded to know why I was squirming. I know it sounds absurd, but it was actually ticklish. During my dancing around, I noticed that the rope around my left arm had loosened. Honesty is the best approach I thought. Miss Kay will appreciate that and give me some points, a smile forming behind my tape gag. Nope, smile gone, I’m to be punished for pulling the bonds, now retied, loose.

Back out came the electric device, this time applied to my inner thighs. When my muscles spasmed in response to the shocks, it made the pegs on genitals hit off each other. I was rattling, you commented. I have some vague recollections for being flogged a few times, however I could be wrong. As strange as it sounds, I was incredibly content at this moment. The shock to my thighs were no where near as bad as those to my sensitive nipples, and the rattling along with the soothing music you were playing through out the session combined to leaving feeling so relaxed. I remember thinking at the time that I could quite happily fall asleep here. That wasn’t to be of course, and the vibrator, along with a different shock pattern rom the electrodes kept me from drifting off. It wasn’t ticklish this time, although compared to some of the earlier treatments I had received, it was almost pleasant. Then came the final moment of discomfort, removing the pegs. There really is no way around it and even when ready for it, yeah, fun times.

Then there was one final order of business, my punishment. Reaching into you bag of assorted dice, this time I felt for the six sided dice, figuring a small number of heavy strokes would be better than a large number of small strokes. Luck was with me as well, only two strokes. Finally a break. Nope. You decided it would be best of three. So I ended up with five strokes. I immediately realised the error of going for small number of strokes when you began looking through your collection for a suitable candidate. I admit, when you pulled out the old fashion carpet beater, I was genuinely scared for a moment. Wow.

For anyone reading this testimonial, I give Miss Kay permission to punish me for any transgressions she feels have been made. She keeps her own council on what these are, however examples include failing to show proper gratitude or respect, loosening ropes and so on. The main reason I do this however is because I want to push my limits. I want there to be consequences of trying to take an easy way out, and the threat of looming punishment provides that. Make no mistake, I have never once felt anything other than perfectly safe in Miss Kay’s care, and the ‘punishment’ is purely to help me push further, but that carpet beater. Wow. I would go to great lengths to avoid that particular punishment again.

Despite that though, I still really enjoyed the session, and am already thinking about the next one.

A very well delivered and hard OTK spanking followed by six of the best from each of her large collection of belts. Then a very sound caning from her armoury of canes. All accurately delivered and even across the buttocks.

Miss Kay has a very good backhand stroke, a skill that puts her in a different class and ensures a very good beating.

An appointment with Mistress Kay, is always a thrilling prospect. In my previous meetings, I have explored various fantasies and always left her premises thrilled at the experience.
We agreed to hostage scenario and I duly arrived, I thought for a friendly visit (oh yes…), but was immediately placed in handcuffs. Marched to a seat, I was further tied and gagged, but nothing too severe. Mistress took a picture and the role play was to try to gain cash for my release. She was knocked back. My bonds were increased and the gag was made more severe. No cash was forthcoming. The cruelty of the bondage was increased a further two times, including a strict hogtie, before the money was forwarded. My handling was rough and the bondage severe. Release was a pleasure.
Despite the severe bondage, you know that trusting Mistress Kay is as always, a given. She is an expert at taking a client to the limits in a scene, which is exactly what you are looking for from a Mistress. She is a wonderful, cruel (in the best possible way) host.

Thank you again for the wonderful afternoon, and for sending over the pictures. As promised please find my testimonial below.

You had simply ordered me to strip naked and put on a pair of bright red women’s underwear, which you confidently stated was the colour you were aiming to see on my bottom by the end of the session. In those few moments, I immediately felt so meek and helpless, standing before you awaiting my fate.

Placing a chair in the centre of the room you ordered me to sit, before cuffing my hands behind my back, attached to a collar round my neck. Next my feet were tied by a chain running round the back of the chair. This was followed you ‘gentler’ set of nipple clamps. Then a heavier chain was attached to these. Then a second even heavier chain. By now I was leaning forward, trying to find a way to relieve the pressure on my strained nipples. Inches from my face, was a third, even larger chain, which you commented you didn’t think that my nipples could handle the wait. After a moment waiting to see if I would use our safe word, on went the chain. And it turns out you were right. Immediately the nipple clamp snapped off, causing more than a little discomfort. I’ll admit to being a little disappointed when you took the clamps and chains away, but also a little relieved. We were only minute into the session and I was already breathing heavily. You then commented on having to train my nipples further, and produced your more severe Japanese style nipple clamps, complete with fishing weights already attached. Those (un)fortunately stayed put. Now it was time to really get started.

Then out came THE flogger. I say THE flogger as its the one I bought as a gift for you before our first session, as a way to make up for my extreme nervousness and it pleased me that you remembered. It pleased me less when it started striking my body. Of course every strike caused me to jump, in turn causing the weights on my nipples to shift. At this point the only real disappointment with the session happened, and in fairness, it led to an even better outcome. The Velcro on the collar kept coming lose, and what submissive doesn’t want to wear a collar at least some of the time. This wasn’t because of any substandard equipment or misuse on your part, but because I don’t have a neck per-se, rather more of a continuation of my shoulder muscles running right into my skull. So the collar and cuffs want away and instead my hands were tied, crossed at the wrist, behind my head. Technically I was more free than I had been a moment ago as I could move my arms, however I immediately knew that moving at all was not an option, and doing so would earn me punishment.

Prior to our session I had given you permission to punish me if you felt I was acting inappropriately, and I was determined not to make it easy for you. And unless I’m very much mistaken I very quickly gained my first two punishment. First, with my hands retied you resumed flogging my chest and sternly told me to stop moving after each strike. I tried, and failed. Then, after being blindfolded, you had me guess what you were doing next, After an incorrect first guess, I realised you had lit a candle. The first time you used it on me, my yelp of pain blew out the candle. Another punishment earned. I then clamped my mouth shut, determined not to make the same mistake. I tried, and failed. Then more strikes to the chest and back. I don’t know what instrument you were using, but the nipple chain continued to dance regardless.

Then after a brief pause to stretch my muscles, I laid face down on the floor, my own weight pressing down on the still attached nipple clamps, and was hogtied ankle to toe. The assault on my feet was next. The choice between several different instruments to be used. By this point I driven down so far mentally that I took the cowards way out, and took the easiest option. Another punishment earned. Next, untied and the clamps finally removed, I was ordered to kneel on all fours and you turned your attention to my bottom. By this point I was loosing myself more and more in the moment. I couldn’t even tell you what instrument you used, or if you gave me a choice. With each new act, I felt myself becoming more and more submissive. I didn’t think I could sink any further. And then you taught me the phrase that would become my mantra for the remainder of the session.

‘Thank you Mistress’

Everyone who has ever looked into the lifestyle for even a moment will have encountered these words, either in stories, testimonials or videos. But to actually say them. Over and over as you attacked my backside. It was hours ago now and I still cant put that moment into words. I think its one of those moments where if someone doesn’t get it, no words can properly describe it. And if they do get it, then no words are necessary.

During this time, you also took the trouble to fill my mouth with a ball gag, which remained in place as you tied me (face up) to your massage table. You gave me an option between CBT or nipple torture. No hesitation. CBT. Didn’t care if it earned my a punishment. I didn’t want you anywhere near my aching nipples again. So of course immediately after tying of my genitals (and handing me the rope and directing me to keep it tight) you started teasing both my genitals AND my nipples. Three clothes pegs to each nipple and (based on the photo you kindly showed my afterwards) 20 on my genitals. Tickling of my feet with pins was next. Normally my feet are not too ticklish however by this point I was beyond trying to appear tough. I would try anything to get away. Thrashing about only caused the pegs to shake, and the rope in my hand to go taught. There was no escape. You pointed out that I was only making it worse for myself. Another punishment I guess but I tried my best to remain still. And again, I tried, and failed.

Then came another choice. Did I want to have my feet tortured with the cane with the cord grip, or would I prefer to have my feet tortured with the cane with the swede grip. For what its worth, I went with the swede. Then, as a final little game you produced your ten sided dice, where every side was a multiple of ten. On rolling for me, you (conveniently) rolled 90, the highest possible. At first I honestly thought that this would be the end, and that I would be using a safe word. But with a little help from my counting, and frenzied hand gestures when you couldn’t understand me through my gag, we made it to 90.

Then came the worst part, removing all those clothes pegs. The irony is that I seriously considered using the safe word at this point. But then I figured, they’ve got to come off one way or the other anyway so its kind of pointless now.

Finally the session was over, except for my punishment. Free of my bonds, I leaned over your table to accept he various belts and tawse to my bottom. Again, I was given the choice of which one would be used, the candidates lying on the table next to me. Of course, ‘since they were out’ they all got used and I was only really in charge of the order. After complementing on taking my punishment well, the session was finally over.

I will offer a special thank you for being such a generous host while the marks from the gag faded from my face.

After my earlier taster session, I had really hoped to step things up with this session, and was not disappointed. I wish I could say I was proud of myself for toughing out some of the more severe moments, however even as I descended further and further into a submissive state, my rational brain was always working away in the background, analysing the situation. You read the situation perfectly at every moment, knowing exactly when to ease up on the intensity. I know there were moments where you stepped down the physical intensity, however this allowed for the mental intensity of the session to remain throughout the entire session. While I thankful for every part of the session, your ability to judge the moment is in my opinion, the thing to be most thankful for.

As always it was a genuine pleasure and I look forward to more sessions in the future. Now its time to go and nurse (ok play with) my tender nipples, and avoid putting my feet on any hardwood surfaces, like my kitchen floor, however I’ll say it one last time just for kicks.

So yeah, my terrible poetry aside, that is a very broad overview of my visit to Miss Kay a earlier. I’m still processing much of what happened, however it is all the small details I remember the most.

I have no prior experience but after having been interested for a long time, I finally worked up the courage to book an appointment with Miss Kay. This was to be a taster session covering a range of different activities so I can start to get a feel for what I do and don’t like, and can honestly say I now have a good idea.

Prior to the appointment I will admit to being extremely nervous, however from the moment I entered Miss Kay was a friendly, kind and caring host. The offered drink helped to calm my nerves, as did our discussion about safe words, how the session would proceed and the activities in general. But even then I couldn’t help but notice the ice cubes in my water clinking around from my trebling. Like I said the small things are what I remember the most.

Then the session began. After stripping to my underwear, I was over Miss Kay’s knee and the spanking began. Her hands and various different items were used, the blows falling in time to the music she had put on. After a while I worked out the tempo in my head and started to anticipate the blows. Didn’t help in the slightest of course. Then I was informed that ‘The warm up is over’ My underwear was pulled down and the spanking resumed. Much worse this time, as in addition to not having a my boxer, Miss Kay had taken the gloves off. (Literally, the ‘warm up’ had both my boxers and her gloves to cushion the impact)

I was then told to stand and led to a mirror to see the result.

Then it was time for some bondage. Told to lie face down on the ground, Miss Kay proceeded to bind my wrists. I was testing these binding when my legs were bent and my feet bound. I was being hogtied. I was briefly left to test the bonds while Miss Kay left the room. She returned shortly later asking what I was doing. ‘Do you really think that’s possible’ she joked after I informed that I was trying to see if I could reach the knots. Of course I knew I couldn’t, but I felt I had to try. And then having my elbows bound behind my back didn’t make life any easier. Since I was in a ‘good position’ according to Miss Kay, next came the cane blows to my feet. Now that stung a fair bit. While I was still processing this, she switch to tickling my feet. Then I was left alone again, testing my bonds. I heard clinking from the kitchen next door, and recognised the sound immediately. When Miss Kay returned I tried to look up to confirm my suspicion, however the hogtie prevented my being able to raise my head high enough. Even with my suspicion, the ice cube to my back still came as a shock.

Then the tickling resumed, without pause. Realising I was in trouble, I marshalled my strength, ropes straining, water from melted ice spilling out the small of my back, I made my escape. ‘You don’t think you can get away do you?’ Miss Kay asked. In my defence, I think that the couple of inches I was able to move was pretty good under the circumstances. So the tickling continued and then ‘Maybe you prefer the cane?’ I didn’t really but the tickling continued after a few more seconds, a ‘Yes’ found its way through my lips. So out came the more vicious cane. And that one really hurt.

On reflection, I still don’t know if I prefer the cane or the tickling.

At this point I got to see Miss Kay’s caring side. My arm apparently was turning blue. I couldn’t tell any difference to tell the truth however the rope was clearly affecting circulation, so Miss Kay untied me. Unfortunately the caring side then stopped, as the red from my spanking had gone, and it was now time to fix that. So out came the spanking bench. And Miss Kay’s tawse collection.

I would like to mention that my the time I started school, this form of corporal punishment had been outlawed, so I have never had to see these. Miss Kay provided some history on the each tawse before so set it to work on my backside. Some are reproductions, some are authentic pieces of history. Of course I could not repeat any of the details because to me they were just painful, more painful, really painful and so on. By I think the four one, it was becoming so painful that I was pushing the bench along the floor slightly in response to each blow. Six strokes with each tawse but in truth, the pain was the least of my issues. The board with Miss Kay’s collection was by my head and my gaze was fixed on the eighth one. This one was visibly thick that all the others, and I’ll admit, it scared me. but I wanted to find my limits. By the sixth tawse I was seriously considering using the safe word, but I held back. I was determined.

And then it was all over.

This was the only moment during the session where I was genuinely disappointed. Miss Kay informed me that blood had been drawn. It was a tiny amount, barely even visible on the cloth the Miss Kay used to treat me, but she would go to further, out of fear of making the injury worse. To be clear, I have nothing but respect for Miss Kay and the decision she made. My disappointment comes from not being able to see it through. If I’m being honest, I think that the final two would have broken me, I would have used the safe word, but at least I would have found my limits. Oh well, maybe next time.

The session though was not over. On wobbly legs I returned to the mirror and inspected the result of Miss Kay’s handiwork. I couldn’t believe that was me. The heat coming off me. The roughness of the skin. Typing this I realise I need to revisit my last paragraph. I don’t think anymore, I know I would have used the safe word if we continued.

The remainder of the session was carried out on Miss Kay’s massage table. I laid on my back and was bound to the table. At this point I can only inform you of what I THINK happened, as I was swiftly blindfolds, gagged and denied my hearing through sound supressing head phones. I wooden spoon was placed in my hand, to be used in place of a safe word while gagged. Dropping it would show that I had enough. First my genitals where tied off, followed by nipple clamps (which I later learned were adjustable and were pretty lose on me) Electric shocks were applied to my thighs, I guess through some kind of control box since the shocks alternated following a pattern. While this was going to Miss Kay used some kind of probes in her hand to administer shocks to the rest of my body, ranging all the way from my chest down to my feet. My penis was treated to these shocks as well, and also a pinwheel if I’m not mistaken. Compared to the spanking and the tawse, the pain was nothing, however the full body treatment, combined with the sensory deprivation meant I was thrashing around anyway, unable to guess where the next assault would be coming from. Also Miss Kay would pull on the nipple clamps and I guess the rope attached to my genitals, forcing me to lift myself of the table. Let me say, that’s no easy task when your tied down and being treated to electric shocks. Then my genitals were untied, the shocks stopped, and Miss Kay awarded me one of her special gold stars for not using the safe word..

After being untied from the table, a shower was offered. I declined because I was eager to rush home to my own bathroom so I could inspect the mark on my body in more detail, but I appreciated the offer. I honestly would not have guessed that 90 minutes had passed. Miss Kay and I had a friendly chat about the session, which help me to form some ideas of what I want to explore further going forward.

After leaving though, I realised that I had been left with one final gift I did not expect. After leaving town and joining the motorway, I turned on the cruise control at 65mph, content to let everyone overtake me while I reflected on the session. About five minutes later I started fell rather warm in the seat. ‘That’s funny’ I thought while instinctively reaching for the controls ‘I don’t remember turning on the heated seats’ We all now where this is going, the heated seats weren’t on. I don’t know why, but as soon as I realised, I started chuckling to myself, and continued to do so the whole way home.

To Miss Kay, I cant thank you enough for the fantastic experience. I look forward to the time when I may be able to place myself in your hands again.

To everyone else reading this testimonial, I know its a bit long winded, but thank you for sticking to the end. I cant recommend Miss Kay enough.

This was an itch that needed to be scratched and boy was it scratched! And I can definitely say it’s an itch that I want to keep on scratching.

Miss Kay was excellent right from the start. Her communication was brilliant and put this novice at ease. This was a big step for me taking what was in my head and turning it into a reality.

Earlier today I phoned to confirm my booking and was given directions to her location. On arriving at the flat I felt safe and secure right from the word go. Miss Kay was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, smiling and welcomed me in. I immediately noticed her red high heels.

After an initial chat to establish a safe word, what kind of session I wanted, whether I could be marked or not I was instructed to the bedroom and ordered to strip to my thong and return. I spent the start of the session collared, on my knees worshipping those magnificent red shoes and moved on to massaging and kissing her gorgeous feet (I’ll work on my technique for next time Miss Kay – Promise).

After that it was over her knees for a warm up. Her gloved hand and various implements went round and round my bottom making sure all of it was covered. After that it was onto the spanking bench, hands tied, gag in mouth and a wooden spoon in my hand to act as the safe word! I was determined not to use it as we worked our way along the 8 tawses. My grip got tighter on that wooden spoon. Then it was a taster session with some of her canes.

Then back on my knees and the humbler was attached. Led around the room I was positioned on the rug where my exposed balls got a taste of the riding crop and the Martinet! The safe word was about to burst out!

Then it was on to experience the joys of nipple and ball clamps along with the TENS machine while gagged and sight and sound deprived. To say I reacted to the TENS was an understatement. At least I got into double figures on the dial!

After the session ended Miss Kay took time to ask me what I like and disliked and gave me some great advice for future sessions. I didn’t feel rushed at all. As previous testimonials have said, she has the best interests of her clients at heart.

I am writing this 3 hours or so after my first session with Miss Kay, and actually my first session with any disciplinarian. It’s something I’ve thought about for a long time and finally decided to bite the bullet after reading the other testimonials. All I can do is agree with every word.

From the moment I first made contact with Miss Kay, she was friendly, funny and understanding.

On the day, I phoned to confirm my booking and got instructions on how to find the location.

I pressed the buzzer, heart in mouth, and walked up the stairs to be met by Miss Kay smiling, looking stunning in a blouse, tight skirt and incredible red high heels.

We sat down and she asked questions to establish what kind of session I was looking for. As well as it being my first time, I also couldn’t be heavily marked. Miss Kay talked through how we would keep an eye it (though I think she was maybe a bit disappointed at the lack of marking given her obvious love of spanking naughty boys).

Down to business and I was instructed to take off my trousers and to go over Miss Kay’s lap for a warm up. She started with her gloved hand, spanking me in volleys of 10 or so before moving onto just a few of her cast selection of implements – a short strap and plimsol amongst others.

Before long, the glove was pulled off and my pants pulled down and the bare bottom spanking I’ve been craving began. First with her hand, then back through the implements, this time the effects much greater.

After being ordered from her knee (I have to say I was reluctant to get up) we took a check on the damage and decided to continue.

At this point, I was ordered over the spanking bench and my hands strapped to the side. This was all a bit of a blur as the intensity and severity of the implements increased. We moved onto leather paddles and eventually 6 strokes with a particularly stingy cane.

After another check on my increasingly red bottom I was back over Miss Kay’s knee, wearing only my socks, for a seemingly even harder spanking.

Then back over the bench for a final flurry, including a dose of the strap {Number of strokes being decided on the roll of a dice!} which looking back was my favourite. We finished with the riding crop which pushed me to my limit, earning me a “Jessie-star” rather than a gold one!

I have to say it was an absolutely fantastic hour spent with a beautiful, funny, knowledgeable woman who has the best interests of her clients at heart and a mean right hand. Whilst it was worth the wait, my only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner.